48 Hours a Day

Little Sandy squatted down and reached out and touched the water in the pool, refreshing her spirits.

Soundfeather Takiyuki Kyoto in Kiyomizu Temple is famous. It is said that the spring water here is very spiritual and a good source of tea. In fact, there is a tea house not far from here, the owner is a charitable wife.

“Are you hungry? It's been a long time. Let's eat first.” Xiao Shanxi got up and faced Zhang Hengdao without expression.

“Fine.” The latter did not know what he had done wrong. On the way, Xiao Shanxi was very cold to him. Zhang Heng thought about it. “If you buy me sushi, I will buy you tea. ”

Little Sandy couldn't help but come to the teahouse with the blue cloth curtain and lift the curtain into it.

The waiter in the tea house walked up to the two of them and said, "What would you like to eat? ”

Zhang Heng glanced around for half a turn and was looking for a seat. He heard Shanxi suddenly shout softly and said to someone, "What are you doing here? ”

Zhang Heng followed Xiao Shanxi's gaze and saw a teenager.

Just at first glance, Zhang Heng knew the identity of the other person. As Xiao Shanxi had previously described, he did have something different from ordinary people's cool and naive.

Given his age and the blood on his hands, this refreshing and naive is even more expensive, if not incredible, but now he's got a little embarrassment and embarrassment on his face, and his eyes seem to be begging her not to ask again.

Little Sanchez raised her eyebrows, "What's the purpose of the new team here? Kiyomizu Temple is Buddhist pure land, you better not mess around. ”

“No, no, no, you misunderstood.” Juvenile hastily waved, “it had nothing to do with the new selection group, I came myself. ”

He was still anxiously looking at the door of the teahouse as he spoke.

“Hmm?” Xiao Shanxi's mind became more confused. Seeing as how the other party might be planning to ambush someone here, did he get the news ahead of time that something important from the inverters would appear here?

“Well, it's not what you think.” The teenager argued, but then he seemed to see something outside the teahouse, his face blushed and his eyes quickly retracted.

Xiao Shanxi also wanted to keep asking. She didn't care about the resentment of the new selection team and the curtain party, but if they did, they could not be in the Shimizu Temple, otherwise this millennium of ancient moments would suffer.

However, before she could ask again, she was grabbed.

“Find a place to sit, I don't know what tea to drink yet.” Zhang Hengdao.

“Eh?” Xiao Shanxi was shocked and couldn't care less about the other side. The warmth on her palms made all the messy ideas that she had had had so easily pressed out of her, and it seemed like something had blown up in her head.

She sat at a table with Zhang Heng in vain, while another girl walked into the store with her wife.

If Little Sandy was as hard as a hundred refinery knives, then the girl was gentle as the sun in March, and she walked in and lit up the little teahouse immediately.

The teenager buried his head even lower, as if he were a drunk, but there was no liquor in the teahouse next to the wings.

Without looking away, the teenager asked for a rice cake and left the teahouse with a soft, sticky voice.

It wasn't until her figure disappeared outside the door that the teenager lifted up her chest and stared at the teacup in front of her, full of brilliance.

Little Sandy looked at it funny and angry and asked, "Whose girl is she? ”

“Ah?” The teenager scratched his head, some embarrassed, “Ah, I haven't asked yet, I ran into him unexpectedly at Dr. Tezuka's house. ”

He covered his mouth while talking, coughed up, his face was even more red. This matter was not very glorious. When he heard that a girl would come to Yin Yu Zheng to draw water, he snuck up and waited here. But Xiao Shanxi listened to the teenager and wondered, “Is this your man? ”

Now it's Shancy's turn to sit down and get angry and say, "What are you talking about? ”

The teenager was frightened because she looked like she was about to pull a knife and chop him off. The teenager couldn't help but whisper darkly. After all, Little Miss Night was gentle and cute.

And the next minute he hears a voice calling out his name, "Director Okita? ”

“Hmm.” He answered subconsciously, and he saw the man who spoke, the man next to little Sandy, wondering, "How did Your Excellency know my name? ”

“There are a lot of stories about you in Kyoto.” Zhang Hengdao sighed slightly in his heart. It was him.

President Okita is probably the only person in the whole new selection group who speaks better, not to say that he killed fewer people, in fact, there are no fewer souls under his knife than any other person in the group, but he has a good relationship with Director Yoshio Kondo, who does what he says and doesn't think much, but instead retains a rotten heart.

He is like one of the sharpest knives in Kondo's hand, and the knife itself is free of good and evil.

In the words of Territorial three years old, this is fine, save the world to create troubles.

However, unfortunately, the first expert in the new selection group, the teenager known as the dagger at the end of the curtain, actually has few days left to live. His raw cough (tuberculosis) is incurable in this era. Zhang Heng remembers correctly, next year, that is, to celebrate four years is his maximum day.

But now, like other teenagers his age, he secretly falls in love with his favorite girl and comes to Shimizu Temple early in the morning to peek at each other.

“The first master of what really lifted me up too much, it was just a play, Kondo Sensei, the earth and Shigelo Oishi, they were all better than me.” Okuda Humbledore.

“When you're free, come to the dojo and we'll try.” Zhang Hengdao.

The evaluation of Okita's director in future generations cannot be separated from Tianzhengqi, Ying died early. Although he was only in his early twenties, there are many people who believe that he is not only the first expert in the new selection group, but also the first swordsman in Kyoto. Of course, Zhang Heng will not let go.

He also wanted to see what the greatest masters of the age were like.

“Sure.” Okuda said yes quickly, "but I'm afraid not lately, I have important things to do, but I'll come to the dojo when it's over. ”

“Was it because of that girl?” Little Sandy asked.

“Ah, no, no, it's business.” Director Okita blushed again.